Law #1: Never Bet on LoveLaws of Love Series
Agnes Canestri
Contents
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Epilogue
Author’s note
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Chapter 1
(Nathan - Day 1)
What would the worst day of your life look like?
This is a question my economics professor asked me back in grad school. What his point was, I couldn’t quite say. Maybe he wished to identify my deepest desire by knowing what events could shatter it?
For me, it seemed like a cheap attempt to send me on a fruitless soul-search. Something I didn’t fancy doing. I’ve known what I wanted in life ever since I was six and Father died. I’ve never needed a philosophical riddle to point me in the right direction.
But during these last five minutes, I realized my professor’s question wasn’t just rhetorical nonsense. Now I have my answer.
It’s today. Without any doubt.
When my brother Murphy decided to pay an unexpected visit to my office, striding in with a grin on his face, I still assumed I’d be able to continue with my afternoon as always. A five minute chat to satisfy Murphy’s constant need for bonding, and I could get back to my report.
But when he settled down with care on the chair in front of my wide mahogany desk, as if planning to stay, and shifted his brows into his signature don’t-I-have-the-best-ideas look before speaking, I should have known this day wouldn’t be the same.
Murphy has the most horrible ideas. Ever. And the one he’s just presented is no exception.
My brother’s green shirt stands in such contrast to the monochrome shades of my work space that I almost have to squint as I stare at him. The hues of the sunset shine through my floor-to-ceiling windows, turning Murphy’s jovial expression into a bloody Joker mask while his blond hair glows like a halo.
This eerie vision only increases the effect of the bomb he’s just dropped.
Murphy seems unaware of how his news is affecting me. “So what do you think, Nate? Excellent plan, isn’t it?”
I can’t seriously fathom how people pay my brother money to counsel them about their life crises. I certainly wouldn’t give him, or any shrink, a dime for some wishy-washy comments about opening up and accepting myself.
But that’s beside the point.
Which is, how could Mother grant her blessing on this? And more importantly, why?
When she told me a week ago that she needed to take some time to evaluate my desire for promotion to CEO, I thought she just needed a chance to consider whether my exceptional track record of bringing in clients was enough to beat Larry our most senior director’s years of experience. I certainly never expected her to join forces with my brother to come and backstab me with such a setup.
I meet Murphy’s enthusiasm with a somber glare. “Why isn’t Mother here to tell me this?”
“She and Malcom left for a one-week cruise to celebrate Malcom’s birthday.” Murphy purses his lips as if he disapproves of me forgetting about Mother’s holiday plans.
So what? “With all the duties I need to take care of for the company, I can’t keep close tabs on every insignificant detail,” I bark at him, annoyed.
I really can’t. At least one Montgregor must be fully focused on AMEA’s success, right?
Also, taking time off isn’t Mother’s usual habit. She loves to keep our board of directors, including me, on a short leash. Unless, of course, it was our step-dad’s request. For that leech, Mother would go around the world and beyond.
No, Nathan, stop.
Yes, I promised myself last Christmas I’d stop criticizing Mother’s illogical adoration for the person who’s half the man
